<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886</id><updated>2011-08-29T19:55:40.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni-du-ni-tê</title><subtitle type='html'>Uso estético de citações ou paródias à maneira já clássica do repertório pós-moderno</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-5988605451118217298</id><published>2011-08-29T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:55:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andaluza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL-mEUuT5B0/TlxQ5eWxmcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QHOf6rU5tg4/s1600/Andaluza.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL-mEUuT5B0/TlxQ5eWxmcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QHOf6rU5tg4/s400/Andaluza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646476981147113922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para Tadeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-5988605451118217298?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5988605451118217298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5988605451118217298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2011/08/andaluza.html' title='Andaluza'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zL-mEUuT5B0/TlxQ5eWxmcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/QHOf6rU5tg4/s72-c/Andaluza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-3179501866484812435</id><published>2011-01-28T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:47:35.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dia para o santificar...</title><content type='html'>A origem dos nomes dos dias da semana&lt;br /&gt;A transformação do ciclo Egípcio de 10 dias para o ciclo de 7, através da criação do povo judeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os hebreus que surgiram em cena com o desterro dos povos semíticos por Babilônia, ao que tudo indicam, adotaram esse ciclo, alterando seu significado. Para seu monoteísmo criado no exílio pelos sacerdotes semitas, os deuses babilonicos nada significavam, mas o sétimo dia babilônico tornou-se um dia de culto a Javé, e no mito criado pelos sacerdotes, eles por tererem supostamente quebrado e esquecido desse culto, foram castigados com o desterro em Babilônia, e de lá saíra com a semana usualmente típica daquele povo, e consequentemente adotando o nome do dia que, uma vez por mês, os babilônios dedicavam especialmente ao culto dos deuses, principalmente a Lua. Pois shabbatu, em Babilônia, era o dia de "apaziguar os deuses" (a palavra, de origem suméria, significa "apaziguar-corações"). Os sábios sacerdotes semitas criaram no exílio um povo, uma religião monoteísta e granjearam enormes ofertas desse povo desterrado e sofrido, unificando inúmeros clãs ao criar o mito de um povo chamado Israel. O mito na mão dos sacerdotes deu origem ao povo judeu que surgiu após a queda de Babilônia, pelo apoio do persas que autorizaram os sacerdotes irem como o povo para a derrubada Jerusalém. Nascia aí o povo Judeu e a religião Judaica, que guar-dava o dia de ‘apaziguar – acalmar os Deuses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o dia de apaziguar os deuses foi transformado em sábado? Não se sabe com certeza a data exata. Mas há indícios de que os semitas hebreus seguiram ori-ginalmente uma semana de dez dias. Sabe-se que o Egito do tempo dos faraós - que por muito tempo dominaram Canaã e os ancestrais dos hebreus - tinham de fato uma semana de dez dias, cuja sombra ainda se percebe nos "decanatos" da astrolo-gia, que dividem o ano e o Zodíaco em 36 seções de aproximadamente dez dias. E a própria narrativa do Gênesis dá a impressão de ter sido originalmente dividida em dez dias ou fases, para ser mais tarde "comprimida" nos sete dias da semana adotada mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que os semitas hebreus só vieram a conhecer o ciclo de Sete dias na Babilônia, e conheciam a fundo a cultura egípcia pois estavam residindo sempre na palestina controlada pela cultura egípcia e respectivo poder político, e eram súditos egípcios em província egípcia, foi com esse contato Babilônico que os sacerdotes aproximadamente em 700 ou 500 AEC, adotaram da cultura babilônia a semana de sete dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinculados a liturgias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Igreja católica combateu os nomes pagãos, mas a campanha só vingou no continente europeu em Portugal e na Galiza. Feria significa “dia de mercado”, “dia santo” em latim. A Igreja santificou os dias da semana. Depois disto o primeiro dia de fé e de mercado receberia o nome de “dia do Senhor” (Domenicus dies). Por influência judaica, o sétimo se denominou “dia do sabá” (sabbatum). Quanto ao sentido de “mercado” que temos na palavra “feira”, lembre-se de que na Idade Média os dias santos eram dias de mercado. Os dias tinham na designação pagã os nomes de dia de Marte, dia de Mercurio, dia de Jupiter, dia de Vénus e dia de Saturno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMANA. In: WIKIPÉDIA, a enciclopédia livre. Flórida: Wikimedia Foundation, 2010. Disponível em: &lt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=semana&amp;amp;oldid=23127612&gt;. Acesso em: 28 jan. 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-3179501866484812435?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3179501866484812435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3179501866484812435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-dia-para-o-santificar.html' title='O Dia para o santificar...'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2322467784772254075</id><published>2010-07-09T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:30:52.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voodoo Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/TDdyHk9L60I/AAAAAAAAAbw/vHhNULvNFEE/s1600/ist2_10531212-voodoo-doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/TDdyHk9L60I/AAAAAAAAAbw/vHhNULvNFEE/s400/ist2_10531212-voodoo-doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491983745106570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tell me when you feel something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Her skin is white cloth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        And she's all sewn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        And she has many colored pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        Sticking out of her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She has a beautiful set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        Of hypno-disk eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        The ones that she uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        To hypnotize guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She has many different zombies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        Who are deeply in her trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        She even has a zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        Who was originally from France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But she knows she has curse on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        A curse she cannot win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        For if someone gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        Too close to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The pins stick farther in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Tim Burton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p. 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNjYnCLhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/1uwL57nKLho/s400/hedgehog+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352120846217522706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQsbn5zI/AAAAAAAAAaI/n96mgHjAw_g/s1600-h/hedgehog+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQsbn5zI/AAAAAAAAAaI/n96mgHjAw_g/s400/hedgehog+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352120525120857906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQWjKs6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9-ec5gSrPJs/s1600-h/hedgehog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQWjKs6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9-ec5gSrPJs/s400/hedgehog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352120519246918562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQG2smrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BDc9vT7jRoE/s1600-h/hedgehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQG2smrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BDc9vT7jRoE/s400/hedgehog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352120515033864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQB02sdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F71BjD5ze1Y/s1600-h/baby-hedgehog-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNQB02sdI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F71BjD5ze1Y/s400/baby-hedgehog-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352120513683960274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ownnn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-7647716302157749205?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7647716302157749205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7647716302157749205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2009/06/hedgehog.html' title='Hedgehog'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SkaNj1gJ99I/AAAAAAAAAao/3qD7IEW_VdY/s72-c/porco+espinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-7714466834997599420</id><published>2009-05-01T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:43:40.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Justice and Lady Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SftCwjJzFYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/EnZecnHnhP4/s1600-h/Lady+Liberty+kissing+Lady+Justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SftCwjJzFYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/EnZecnHnhP4/s400/Lady+Liberty+kissing+Lady+Justice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330927985760605570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-7714466834997599420?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7714466834997599420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7714466834997599420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2009/05/lady-justice-and-lady-liberty.html' title='Lady Justice and Lady Liberty'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SftCwjJzFYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/EnZecnHnhP4/s72-c/Lady+Liberty+kissing+Lady+Justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1539887662050214678</id><published>2009-05-01T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:36:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medusa&amp;Kraken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/Sfs_hRBi9BI/AAAAAAAAAZM/j7aOP9ejGlU/s1600-h/Medusa%26Kraken+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/Sfs_hRBi9BI/AAAAAAAAAZM/j7aOP9ejGlU/s400/Medusa%26Kraken+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924424661234706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/Sfs_hW69AFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6eXKwYLfrzE/s1600-h/Medusa%26Kraken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/Sfs_hW69AFI/AAAAAAAAAZE/6eXKwYLfrzE/s400/Medusa%26Kraken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924426244194386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/Sfs_higKTMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dvYHUr5FmTo/s1600-h/Medusa%26Kraken+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/Sfs_higKTMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/dvYHUr5FmTo/s400/Medusa%26Kraken+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924429353045186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o amor não é lindo?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposição de Rune Olsen, &lt;em&gt;"For Everything I Long to Do (2005/08)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1539887662050214678?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1539887662050214678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1539887662050214678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2009/05/medusa.html' title='Medusa&amp;Kraken'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/Sfs_hRBi9BI/AAAAAAAAAZM/j7aOP9ejGlU/s72-c/Medusa%26Kraken+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6217732384029037614</id><published>2009-04-27T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:22:58.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Que hora son mi corazón ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfkLYdwKgLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2X82zVUXwQ4/s1600-h/ansiedade-desabafo-383930-409-thumb-570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfkLYdwKgLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2X82zVUXwQ4/s400/ansiedade-desabafo-383930-409-thumb-570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330304148901101746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfkLYOslXvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2F2jbQ-3fqs/s1600-h/ansiedade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfkLYOslXvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/2F2jbQ-3fqs/s400/ansiedade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330304144859553522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas. Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus. Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu. Que horas son, mi corazón. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6217732384029037614?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6217732384029037614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6217732384029037614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-hora-son-mi-corazon.html' title='¿Que hora son mi corazón ?'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfkLYdwKgLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2X82zVUXwQ4/s72-c/ansiedade-desabafo-383930-409-thumb-570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-5893045593199618715</id><published>2009-04-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:27:08.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C-A-B-I-D-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfHLLUP0bII/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ra8vLgYVTJ8/s1600-h/PC220021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfHLLUP0bII/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ra8vLgYVTJ8/s400/PC220021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328263229430066306" border="0" /&gt;"Se eu fingir e sair&lt;br /&gt;Por aí na noitada&lt;br /&gt;Me acabando de rir&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser que não digo&lt;br /&gt;E não ligo e que fico&lt;br /&gt;Só vou aprontar...&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá na hora de pendurar a roupa velha no armário e me trocar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfHLLUP0bII/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ra8vLgYVTJ8/s1600-h/PC220021.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-5893045593199618715?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5893045593199618715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5893045593199618715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='C-A-B-I-D-E'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfHLLUP0bII/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ra8vLgYVTJ8/s72-c/PC220021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-8660401895681049450</id><published>2009-04-24T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:26:00.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hora de dar tchau..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfHEeZP0DrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K_1j4r5v30I/s1600-h/everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfHEeZP0DrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K_1j4r5v30I/s400/everyone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328255860608339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       "Está na hora de dizer tchau!Está na hora de dizer tchau!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil de aceitar..., mas saber a hora certa de parar é fundamental...    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Adeus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-8660401895681049450?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8660401895681049450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8660401895681049450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2009/04/hora-de-dar-tchau.html' title='A hora de dar tchau..'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SfHEeZP0DrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K_1j4r5v30I/s72-c/everyone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2113161190676742720</id><published>2009-02-08T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:43:01.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SY-CHmxO5II/AAAAAAAAAYU/HVkZGWsnfHo/s1600-h/dancacomigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SY-CHmxO5II/AAAAAAAAAYU/HVkZGWsnfHo/s400/dancacomigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300598353616102530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Why is it... do you think... that people get married, Mr...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Passion!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It's interesting... because I would have taken you for a romantic, Mrs...  Why, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Because we need a witness to our lives.  There's a billion people on the planet.  I mean, what does any one life really mean?  But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything...the good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it.  All the time, every day you're saying, 'your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it... your life will not go unwitnessed, because I will be your witness.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Beautiful!  I was right, you are a romantic, Mrs..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-2113161190676742720?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2113161190676742720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2113161190676742720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2009/02/shall-we-dance.html' title='Shall we dance?'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SY-CHmxO5II/AAAAAAAAAYU/HVkZGWsnfHo/s72-c/dancacomigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1852525962878591681</id><published>2008-10-28T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:39:55.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proporções "Épicômicas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu3K36OvI/AAAAAAAAARc/t136u1QYkB4/s1600-h/barbievenus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu3K36OvI/AAAAAAAAARc/t136u1QYkB4/s400/barbievenus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262155846208076530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu2uvYpSI/AAAAAAAAARU/Qh6Lr3Vs3e4/s1600-h/Venus_de_Lespugue_%28replica%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu2uvYpSI/AAAAAAAAARU/Qh6Lr3Vs3e4/s400/Venus_de_Lespugue_%28replica%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262155838656128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu2oX-4II/AAAAAAAAARM/m8RyDYTLn8Q/s1600-h/fat_david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu2oX-4II/AAAAAAAAARM/m8RyDYTLn8Q/s400/fat_david.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262155836947357826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu2Y3MveI/AAAAAAAAARE/RBZS8CLQDvg/s1600-h/fat_venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu2Y3MveI/AAAAAAAAARE/RBZS8CLQDvg/s400/fat_venus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262155832783322594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vénus de Willendorf , a segunda imagem, segundo alguns representa a deusa mãe, deusa da fertilidade da Europa Neolítica. Uma estatueta com 11,1 cm, estimou-se que tivesse sido esculpida há 22000 ou 24000 anos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O apelido com que ficou conhecida causa alguma relutância a alguns estudiosos actuais, que não conseguem ver nesta figura com características de obesidade a imagem clássica de uma Vénus. Christopher Witcombe, professor na Sweet Briar College, em Virgínia por exemplo, refere que "a identificação irónica destas figuras com Vénus satisfez de forma prazenteira alguns conceitos correntes, na época, sobre o que era o homem primitivo, sobre as mulheres e sobre o sentido estético". Outros autores têm alguma relutância em identificá-la como a deusa Mãe-Terra (Grande Mãe) da cultura européia do Paleolítico. Alguns sugerem que a corpulência representa um elevado estatuto social numa sociedade caçadora-recolectora e que, além da óbvia referência à fertilidade, a imagem podia ser também um símbolo de segurança, de sucesso e de bem-estar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Vénus faz parte da colecção do Museu de História Natural de Viena (Naturhistorisches Museum).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Outras representações semelhantes foram descobertas depois desta, ficando também conhecidas como "Vénus".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estatueta de Vénus é um termo genérico para uma série de estatuetas pré-históricas (do Período Aurignaciano do Paleolítico Superior, por exemplo) de mulheres, que compartilham certas características (muitas delas são de mulheres obesas ou grávidas). Essas estatuetas já foram encontradas da Europa Oriental até a Sibéria e foram feitas em pedras moles, como esteatite, calcita ou calcário, ossos ou marfim, ou ainda criadas em argila e depois aquecidas. Algumas delas são os objetos de cerâmica mais antigos de que se tem conhecimento.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A primeira representação de uma mulher do Paleolítico Superior foi descoberta em 1854 pelo Marquês de Vibraye, em Laugerie-Basse (Dordogne). Essa Vénus, do Período Magdaleniano, não tem cabeça, pés ou braços, mas apresenta uma grande abertura vaginal. Outro exemplo é a Vénus de Brassempouy, encontrada por Édouard Piette em 1894. A famosa Vénus de Willendorfloess, no vale do Danúbio, na Áustria. Desde então, centenas de figuras semelhantes já foram descobertas desde os Pirineus até as planícies da Sibéria. São coletivamente descritas como figuras de Vénus, em referência à deusa da beleza na romana. foi encontrada em 1908 em um depósito de&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Em alguns exemplos, certas partes da anatomia humana são exageradas: abdômen, quadril, seios, coxas e vulva. A questão sobre a Esteatopigia de algumas das figuras foi levantada pela primeira vez por Édouard Piette, que descobriu a Vénus de Brassempouy e outras estatuetas nos Pirineus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Arqueólogos acreditam que as estatuetas são emblemas de segurança e sucesso, ícones de fertilidade ou de pornografia, ou ainda representações diretas de deusas locais. A aparente obesidade das figuras implica fortemente um foco na fertilidade já que, no tempo se sua elaboração, a sociedade humana ainda não tinha inventado a agricultura.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;em tempos de mulher-melancia obesidade se torna sinônimo de gostosura... bem, ponto para o s gordinhos! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1852525962878591681?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1852525962878591681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1852525962878591681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/10/proporcoes-epicomicas.html' title='proporções &quot;Épicômicas&quot;'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbu3K36OvI/AAAAAAAAARc/t136u1QYkB4/s72-c/barbievenus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1140167942143495715</id><published>2008-10-28T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:02:08.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Et vive la diversité!!  \0/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbg3Mt8aFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UYC5HD5lRTQ/s1600-h/samesecrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbg3Mt8aFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UYC5HD5lRTQ/s400/samesecrets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262140453540358226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbg28qQFAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/e3QVjeGm098/s1600-h/explos%C3%A3o_de_cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbg28qQFAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/e3QVjeGm098/s400/explos%C3%A3o_de_cores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262140449229902850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1140167942143495715?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1140167942143495715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1140167942143495715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/10/et-vive-la-diversit-0.html' title='Et vive la diversité!!  \0/'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SQbg3Mt8aFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/UYC5HD5lRTQ/s72-c/samesecrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-7562943887641185732</id><published>2008-10-04T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:23:34.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enleada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOgW20d6N3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ejf9YN-RDQU/s1600-h/enleada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOgW20d6N3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ejf9YN-RDQU/s400/enleada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253474096380524402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Rebecca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-7562943887641185732?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7562943887641185732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7562943887641185732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/10/enleada.html' title='Enleada'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOgW20d6N3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ejf9YN-RDQU/s72-c/enleada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-8326137676496206024</id><published>2008-09-30T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:21:08.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A festa no céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJ1RpF3N0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKwzOjO_58s/s1600-h/ATcAAADhL9_EP1LCImoyULK93roEPkLO2ztWakty_y16lzMkRUVvC8jC8hY3KaKzGglucICYPIo1iP3-av98yECraQV3AJtU9VBlbW4tXZvYF3u4570A3j24PIO9Yg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJ1RpF3N0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKwzOjO_58s/s400/ATcAAADhL9_EP1LCImoyULK93roEPkLO2ztWakty_y16lzMkRUVvC8jC8hY3KaKzGglucICYPIo1iP3-av98yECraQV3AJtU9VBlbW4tXZvYF3u4570A3j24PIO9Yg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251889061416089410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espalhou-se a notícia de uma festa no Céu. Todas as aves compareceriam e começaram a fazer inveja aos animais e outros bichos da terra incapazes de vôo.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem quem foi dizer que ia também à festa... O Sapo! Logo ele, pesadão e nem sabendo dar uma carreira, seria capaz de aparecer naquelas alturas. Pois o Sapo disse que tinha sido convidado e que ia sem dúvida nenhuma. Os bichos só faltaram morrer de rir. Os pássaros, então, nem se fala!&lt;br /&gt;O Sapo tinha seu plano. Na véspera, procurou o Urubu e deu uma prosa boa, divertindo muito o dono da casa. Depois disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, camarada Urubu, quem é coxo parte cedo e eu vou indo, porque o caminho é comprido.&lt;br /&gt;O Urubu respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Você vai mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;- Se vou? Até lá, sem falta!&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de sair, o Sapo deu uma volta, entrou na camarinha do Urubu e, vendo a viola em cima da cama, meteu-se dentro, encolhendo-se todo.&lt;br /&gt;O Urubu, mais tarde, pegou na viola, amarrou-a a tiracolo e bateu asas para o céu, rru-rru-rru...&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao céu, o Urubu arriou a viola num canto e foi procurar as outras aves. O Sapo botou um olho de fora e, vendo que estava sozinho, deu um pulo e ganhou a rua, todo satisfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Nem queiram saber o espanto que as aves tiveram, vendo o Sapo pulando no céu! Perguntaram, perguntaram, mas o Sapo só fazia conversa mole. Pela madrugada, sabendo que só podia voltar do mesmo jeito da vinda, mestre Sapo foi-se esgueirando e correu para onde o Urubu se havia hospedado. Procurou a viola e acomodou-se, como da outra feita.&lt;br /&gt;O sol saindo, acabou-se a festa e os convidados foram voando, cada um no seu destino. O Urubu agarrou a viola e tocou-se para a Terra, rru-rru-rru...&lt;br /&gt;Ia pelo meio do caminho, quando, numa curva, o Sapo mexeu-se e o Urubu, espiando para dentro do instrumento, viu o bicho lá no escuro, todo curvado, feito uma bola.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah! camarada Sapo! É assim que você vai à festa no Céu? Deixe de ser confiado...!&lt;br /&gt;E, naquelas lonjuras, emborcou a viola. O Sapo despencou-se para baixo que vinha zunindo. E dizia, na queda:&lt;br /&gt;- Béu-Béu!&lt;br /&gt;Se desta eu escapar,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais bodas no céu!...&lt;br /&gt;E vendo as serras lá em baixo:&lt;br /&gt;- Arreda pedra, se não eu te rebento!&lt;br /&gt;Bateu em cima das pedras como um genipapo, espapaçando-se todo. Ficou em pedaços. Nossa Senhora, com pena do Sapo, juntou todos os pedaços e o Sapo enviveceu de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso o Sapo tem o couro todo cheio de remendos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de minha vó contando essa histórinha para a gente dormir quando pequena... Ah Dona Orlanda, seus causos fazem falta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-8326137676496206024?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8326137676496206024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8326137676496206024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/09/festa-no-cu.html' title='A festa no céu'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJ1RpF3N0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/VKwzOjO_58s/s72-c/ATcAAADhL9_EP1LCImoyULK93roEPkLO2ztWakty_y16lzMkRUVvC8jC8hY3KaKzGglucICYPIo1iP3-av98yECraQV3AJtU9VBlbW4tXZvYF3u4570A3j24PIO9Yg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1075079821697737966</id><published>2008-09-30T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:40:46.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malvados_Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1WyS9NLtI/AAAAAAAAALI/ankEbUGel1o/s1600-h/procradahmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Wyi9NLwI/AAAAAAAAALg/TCILzQZ43UA/s400/tirinha1131.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196404971432390402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1075079821697737966?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1075079821697737966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1075079821697737966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/09/malvadostop.html' title='malvados_Top'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1WyS9NLtI/AAAAAAAAALI/ankEbUGel1o/s72-c/procradahmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-627898251073956288</id><published>2008-09-19T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:15:28.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il bacio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSG5qAcOnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OJU_JKBk0Ew/s1600-h/beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSG5qAcOnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OJU_JKBk0Ew/s400/beso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247967790880275058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Um beijo é um segredo que se diz na boca e não no ouvido.» JEAN ROSTAND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-627898251073956288?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/627898251073956288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/627898251073956288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/09/il-bacio.html' title='Il bacio'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSG5qAcOnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OJU_JKBk0Ew/s72-c/beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6220221174011276924</id><published>2008-09-19T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:52:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidade de pedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSBUFpvGmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/81-E2iJP8-I/s1600-h/julioprestes016dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSBUFpvGmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/81-E2iJP8-I/s400/julioprestes016dr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247961647908067938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSBUcD1dbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OuBR6jYTXGw/s1600-h/ma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSBUcD1dbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OuBR6jYTXGw/s400/ma2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247961653923116466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSBUqTFnOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yrSn4zKZwS4/s1600-h/sao_paulo_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSBUqTFnOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yrSn4zKZwS4/s400/sao_paulo_night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247961657745186018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"são paulo é bonita por que é feia, e como toda feia que se preza, beija gostoso. que o Vinicius me perdoe, mas feiúra é fundamental"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo, a cidade da garoa, a cidade que nunca dorme, a cidade dos negócios, da desigualdade social, dos estressados, dos bons restaurantes… São Paulo a cidade de mil faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6220221174011276924?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6220221174011276924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6220221174011276924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/09/cidade-de-pedra.html' title='Cidade de pedra'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNSBUFpvGmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/81-E2iJP8-I/s72-c/julioprestes016dr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1143287331720165831</id><published>2008-09-18T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:51:37.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNKUF-msuWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uv-jzeTlA_o/s1600-h/pierrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNKUF-msuWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uv-jzeTlA_o/s400/pierrot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247419346265618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimo Romance&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Rodrigo Amarante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu encontrei-a quando não quis&lt;br /&gt;mais procurar o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;E quanto levou foi pr'eu merecer&lt;br /&gt;antes um mês e eu já não sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até quem me vê lendo o jornal&lt;br /&gt;na fila do pão sabe que eu te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém dirá que é tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;que é tão diferente assim&lt;br /&gt;Do nosso amor a gente é que sabe, pequena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah vai!&lt;br /&gt;Me diz o que é o sufoco que eu te mostro alguém&lt;br /&gt;afim de te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;E se o caso for de ir à praia eu levo essa casa numa sacola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei-a e quis duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Tanto clichê deve não ser&lt;br /&gt;Você me falou pr'eu não me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;ter fé e ver coragem no amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só de te ver eu penso em trocar&lt;br /&gt;a minha TV num jeito de te levar&lt;br /&gt;a qualquer lugar que você queira&lt;br /&gt;e ir onde o vento for, que pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;sair de casa já é se aventurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah vai, me diz o que é o sossego&lt;br /&gt;que eu te mostro alguém afim de te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;E se o tempo for te levar&lt;br /&gt;eu sigo essa hora e pego carona pra te acompanhar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HMDk57UTSc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para Colombina de Arlequim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1143287331720165831?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1143287331720165831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1143287331720165831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/09/pierrot.html' title='Pierrot'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNKUF-msuWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/uv-jzeTlA_o/s72-c/pierrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-4756420081795691945</id><published>2008-09-18T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:51:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNJ4LLTrbUI/AAAAAAAAANw/46YUkFkHb00/s1600-h/vargascover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SK7Pvp5nAKI/AAAAAAAAANo/Wy4ofvIcJis/s400/cafe01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237351834286751906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu gosto, seu perfume, seu abraço, sua pele...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SK7PvYkp7_I/AAAAAAAAANg/i3RuTPxHoCM/s1600-h/cafe02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SK7PvYkp7_I/AAAAAAAAANg/i3RuTPxHoCM/s400/cafe02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237351829635461106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu quero um duplo, por favor..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1501243278064035239?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1501243278064035239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1501243278064035239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/08/jackcoffee.html' title='Jackcoffee'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SK7Pvp5nAKI/AAAAAAAAANo/Wy4ofvIcJis/s72-c/cafe01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-4223603102441974821</id><published>2008-08-16T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:33:24.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SKbV9Va2F1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/oaJDiZZPVBw/s1600-h/how_to_fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235106866563258194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SKbV9Va2F1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/oaJDiZZPVBw/s400/how_to_fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;remember:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)straight legs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)flap arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)pray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4)cape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5)pants outside trousers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-4223603102441974821?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4223603102441974821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4223603102441974821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='How to fly'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SKbV9Va2F1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/oaJDiZZPVBw/s72-c/how_to_fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-5619001640970588952</id><published>2008-07-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:32:04.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La chanson de l'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SISccS4INFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3l5VI5I94G4/s1600-h/pexe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SISccS4INFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3l5VI5I94G4/s400/pexe1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225473477574145106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-5619001640970588952?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5619001640970588952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5619001640970588952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-chanson-de-lamour.html' title='La chanson de l&apos;amour'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SISccS4INFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3l5VI5I94G4/s72-c/pexe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2338131642716742623</id><published>2008-07-21T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:59:48.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu tivesse um canudinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SISUlDkPAwI/AAAAAAAAAME/PYT86xOUlJI/s1600-h/ATgAAACkQLJ5SkbAAkUSwegJN5p-zg-pf8tAzZ6jlvkvEZhnmvuimAnAZRQI4_FETiPodjc9-K5I_WFe-owgUlS_LX2-AJtU9VBur5blrwUWgq4n2HHFrMM1RclY7w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SISUlDkPAwI/AAAAAAAAAME/PYT86xOUlJI/s400/ATgAAACkQLJ5SkbAAkUSwegJN5p-zg-pf8tAzZ6jlvkvEZhnmvuimAnAZRQI4_FETiPodjc9-K5I_WFe-owgUlS_LX2-AJtU9VBur5blrwUWgq4n2HHFrMM1RclY7w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225464831989973762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;εϊз&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'Se eu tivesse um canudinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu chupava você&lt;br /&gt;Pra dentro do meu mundinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra comigo viver&lt;br /&gt;Pra comigo viver&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse um canudinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu me enchia de você&lt;br /&gt;E acabava com o vazio&lt;br /&gt;O vazio de viver&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse te liquefazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu te bebia até ficar de porre&lt;br /&gt;Você me embebeda&lt;br /&gt;Você me enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;Ai meu Deus, como você pode?'&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[Canudinho, Renata Arruda]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;εϊз&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-2338131642716742623?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2338131642716742623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2338131642716742623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-eu-tivesse-um-canudinho.html' title='Se eu tivesse um canudinho...'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SISUlDkPAwI/AAAAAAAAAME/PYT86xOUlJI/s72-c/ATgAAACkQLJ5SkbAAkUSwegJN5p-zg-pf8tAzZ6jlvkvEZhnmvuimAnAZRQI4_FETiPodjc9-K5I_WFe-owgUlS_LX2-AJtU9VBur5blrwUWgq4n2HHFrMM1RclY7w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2052679115226105952</id><published>2008-06-05T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:30:09.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Bambino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SKbXoW6El1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/viyxFZkrqhU/s1600-h/adivinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235108705208670034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SKbXoW6El1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/viyxFZkrqhU/s400/adivinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o panteão consiga te consolar&lt;br /&gt;e que te dê forças nesse momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/ o meu mininu bommm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-2052679115226105952?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2052679115226105952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2052679115226105952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/06/il-bambino.html' title='Il Bambino'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SKbXoW6El1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/viyxFZkrqhU/s72-c/adivinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-7580017134705827092</id><published>2008-05-03T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:36:53.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tradução, uma arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Yjy9NLyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RkofOXiIdak/s1600-h/espeakink%2520spanich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Yjy9NLyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RkofOXiIdak/s400/espeakink%2520spanich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196406917052575522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Yjy9NLzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/q-dMQmQVxgs/s1600-h/ATgAAADri-b_rwE3gUBFu_WFCaekiRQIpHRq2MqDpRrcVvKJ-ppodH-HnDI2TvQihqxF1Pplyh52MTUotUWQ5IJqP1L6AJtU9VDEV9LmJp3Gp4CtPpPTIchccWEUTg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Yjy9NLzI/AAAAAAAAAL8/q-dMQmQVxgs/s400/ATgAAADri-b_rwE3gUBFu_WFCaekiRQIpHRq2MqDpRrcVvKJ-ppodH-HnDI2TvQihqxF1Pplyh52MTUotUWQ5IJqP1L6AJtU9VDEV9LmJp3Gp4CtPpPTIchccWEUTg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196406917052575538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-7580017134705827092?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7580017134705827092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7580017134705827092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/traduo-uma-arte.html' title='tradução, uma arte'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Yjy9NLyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RkofOXiIdak/s72-c/espeakink%2520spanich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2860198963386903237</id><published>2008-05-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:42:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1XGC9NLxI/AAAAAAAAALo/nbp_qgiA0Vc/s1600-h/ATgAAACrza9sz4dJL76RMnbVvWlpQEQuOTEXQ2uUXkIn0PwZaIi0YLNHIlhLThHyhNH935FDaPCSf5cMBcQgC1PIgPrUAJtU9VDGfd71QwjJ8VJwHYWEvcey-tGPeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1XGC9NLxI/AAAAAAAAALo/nbp_qgiA0Vc/s400/ATgAAACrza9sz4dJL76RMnbVvWlpQEQuOTEXQ2uUXkIn0PwZaIi0YLNHIlhLThHyhNH935FDaPCSf5cMBcQgC1PIgPrUAJtU9VDGfd71QwjJ8VJwHYWEvcey-tGPeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196405306439839506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-2860198963386903237?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2860198963386903237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2860198963386903237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/superheroes.html' title='Superheroes'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1XGC9NLxI/AAAAAAAAALo/nbp_qgiA0Vc/s72-c/ATgAAACrza9sz4dJL76RMnbVvWlpQEQuOTEXQ2uUXkIn0PwZaIi0YLNHIlhLThHyhNH935FDaPCSf5cMBcQgC1PIgPrUAJtU9VDGfd71QwjJ8VJwHYWEvcey-tGPeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6377179603744949749</id><published>2008-05-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:27:31.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio Fernando Abreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJuZuGqmHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mAtUEXh50GU/s1600-h/caio_fernando_abreu_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJuZuGqmHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mAtUEXh50GU/s400/caio_fernando_abreu_gr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251881503619192946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"ainda que dentro de mim as águas apodreçam e se encham de lama e ventos ocasionais depositem peixes mortos pelas margens e todos os avisos se façam presentes nas asas das borboletas e nas folhas dos plátanos que devem estar perdendo as folhas lá bem ao sul e ainda que você me sacuda e diga que me ama e que precisa de mim: ainda assim não sentirei o cheiro podre das águas e meus pés não se sujarão na lama e meus olhos não verão as carcaças entreabertas em vermes nas margens ainda assim eu matarei as borboletas e cuspirei nas folhas amareladas dos plátanos e afastarei você com o gesto mais duro que conseguir e direi duramente que seu amor não me toca nem comove e que sua precisão de mim não passa de fome e que você me devoraria como e devoraria você ah se ousássemos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O mais cosmopolita dos escritores gaúchos nasceu na pequena cidade de Santiago, em 1948, perto da Argentina.          &lt;p&gt;Contista, romancista, dramaturgo, poeta e jornalista, prêmios Jabuti, em 1984 e 1989,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#414141;"&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tornou-se o retrato 3x4 da classe média da última metade do século XX que correu o mundo, libertou-se dos condicionamentos e exaltou a vida com alta dose de erotismo e politização. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Caio foi hippie, beat e místico e, ao mesmo tempo, confessional e clássico. Transpirava rigor em sua literatura, um rigor espartano, de sacrifício monástico, e buscava em igual medida a comunicabilidade imediata. Temperou sua ficção intimista com referências pop e chamou o leitor para mais perto. As evocações de uma amizade, de uma música, de um poema e de um lugar abriam seus textos para a identificação emocional. Construiu personagens isolados no mundo e de temperamentos introvertidos, que entravam na maioria das vezes em conflito com a sociedade. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Experimentou um período, de um lado,repressor, na política, e, de outro, de liberação e efervescência, na vida cultural. Entre o regime militar e a tropicália, fez sua estréia com&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#414141;"&gt;O Inventário do Irremediável (1970)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Trazia em seus contos a negatividade do pensamento e a volúpia da ação. Porta-voz de uma tribo encantada e desencanada nos anos 60, que depois viria a ser desencantada e encanada nos 80. Tanto que o verdadeiro almanaque oitentista é &lt;span style="color:#414141;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morangos Mofados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Participou do boom do conto, ao lado de Rubem Fonseca, Dalton Trevisan e Ignácio de Loyola Brandão. As narrativas breves gozavam de uma popularidade similar daquela das canções, tomavam as últimas páginas das revistas e a preferência do público, com cada vez menos folga para leituras alentadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu é a síntese do Pós-Modernidade. "Antecipou a fragmentação, que forma o discurso hoje nas artes plásticas e na literatura. Sua obra não propõe uma unidade, uma totalidade, o pedaço se sobrepõe ao todo. Caio fala dessa impossibilidade de se atingir o conjunto", afirma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6377179603744949749?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6377179603744949749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6377179603744949749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-of.html' title='Caio Fernando Abreu'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJuZuGqmHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mAtUEXh50GU/s72-c/caio_fernando_abreu_gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-5464809160719596191</id><published>2008-05-03T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:29:18.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1WPy9NLsI/AAAAAAAAALA/Cp-ONkR6uq4/s1600-h/friendship_by_wickednox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1WPy9NLsI/AAAAAAAAALA/Cp-ONkR6uq4/s400/friendship_by_wickednox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196404374431936194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Luana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-5464809160719596191?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5464809160719596191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5464809160719596191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-luana.html' title=''/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1WPy9NLsI/AAAAAAAAALA/Cp-ONkR6uq4/s72-c/friendship_by_wickednox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-8357894208465846300</id><published>2008-05-03T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:09:59.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJrLw1IdRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s1jH9cE-gZ0/s1600-h/r%C3%B3sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJrLw1IdRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s1jH9cE-gZ0/s400/r%C3%B3sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251877965297906962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rósea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNRzvjVe-sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FrWZUO-d14A/s1600-h/%C3%A2mbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNRzvjVe-sI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FrWZUO-d14A/s400/%C3%A2mbar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247946726569867970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;âmbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNRzpCrt16I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WNaV5FHpNDM/s1600-h/%C3%ADndigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SNRzpCrt16I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WNaV5FHpNDM/s400/%C3%ADndigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247946614725531554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;índigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-8357894208465846300?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8357894208465846300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8357894208465846300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/ndigo.html' title='Tons'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SOJrLw1IdRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s1jH9cE-gZ0/s72-c/r%C3%B3sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-3877298704896690417</id><published>2008-05-03T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:27:56.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Tfy9NLqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/22leDub2hjs/s1600-h/scrupule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Tfy9NLqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/22leDub2hjs/s400/scrupule.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401350774959778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-3877298704896690417?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3877298704896690417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3877298704896690417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Tfy9NLqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/22leDub2hjs/s72-c/scrupule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6464829620019038796</id><published>2008-05-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T08:26:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter Sandman(1991) Metallica</title><content type='html'>"...Exit light,&lt;br /&gt;      Enter night.&lt;br /&gt;      Take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;      Off to never never land.&lt;br /&gt;      Now I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;      Pray the lord my soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;      If I die before I wake,&lt;br /&gt;      Pray the lord my soul to take.&lt;br /&gt;      Hush little baby, don't say a word,&lt;br /&gt;      And never mind that noise you heard.&lt;br /&gt;      It's just the beast under your bed,&lt;br /&gt;      In your closet, in your head.&lt;br /&gt;      Exit light,&lt;br /&gt;      Enter night.&lt;br /&gt;      Grain of sand.&lt;br /&gt;      Exit light,&lt;br /&gt;      Enter night.&lt;br /&gt;      Take my hand,&lt;br /&gt;      We're off to never never land."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6464829620019038796?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6464829620019038796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6464829620019038796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/enter-sandman1991-metallica.html' title='Enter Sandman(1991) Metallica'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-4165620844445627138</id><published>2008-05-03T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:28:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A small bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB06Ry9NLgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yluF_kxqmXk/s1600-h/acutilante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB06Ry9NLgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yluF_kxqmXk/s400/acutilante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196373622466096642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-4165620844445627138?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4165620844445627138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4165620844445627138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/small-bite_03.html' title='A small bite'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB06Ry9NLgI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yluF_kxqmXk/s72-c/acutilante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-3110704669122227743</id><published>2008-05-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:59:46.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB05Ii9NLfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QJqDA4O-fcg/s1600-h/1829047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB05Ii9NLfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QJqDA4O-fcg/s400/1829047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196372364040678898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu, Mas nele é que espelhou o céu. ..." Fernando Pessoa_ POEMA: No vale clareia uma fogueira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasília me irrita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-3110704669122227743?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3110704669122227743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3110704669122227743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB05Ii9NLfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QJqDA4O-fcg/s72-c/1829047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1555453226888919079</id><published>2008-05-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:40:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Beauty &amp; Sidaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1JkS9NLmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_C3XTRanqMU/s1600-h/1848148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1JkS9NLmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_C3XTRanqMU/s400/1848148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196390432968093282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Jki9NLnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/G7p7bbfkJQc/s1600-h/1835145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1Jki9NLnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/G7p7bbfkJQc/s400/1835145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196390437263060594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das pouquíssimas vezes onde a fuga da arte pela arte realmente valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Fotos por Kazuo Okubo feitas para o Ministério da Saúde para uma campanha contra a AIDS, abaixo, um vídeo francês de excelente qualidade sobre o mesmo tema.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm4KxWqcZaU&amp;eurl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1555453226888919079?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1555453226888919079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1555453226888919079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-beauty-sidaction.html' title='American Beauty &amp; Sidaction'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1JkS9NLmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_C3XTRanqMU/s72-c/1848148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-7425785221566070747</id><published>2008-05-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:50:54.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Boop-Oop-a Doop-Girl”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOC9NLhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-goOKi-xD8Y/s1600-h/bety01.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOC9NLhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-goOKi-xD8Y/s400/bety01.gif.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196387851692748306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOS9NLiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HjrdY7FsyyE/s1600-h/betty02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOS9NLiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HjrdY7FsyyE/s400/betty02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196387855987715618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOS9NLjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eZykA_Ab8NA/s1600-h/kane02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOS9NLjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eZykA_Ab8NA/s400/kane02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196387855987715634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOS9NLkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZAfHZ2QuGyg/s1600-h/kane01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOS9NLkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZAfHZ2QuGyg/s400/kane01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196387855987715650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOi9NLlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/veYUUBl7esg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOi9NLlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/veYUUBl7esg/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196387860282682962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th of January 1932, seventy five years ago, the Max Fleischer Talkartoon Boop-oop-a-Doop was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty Boop was modeled by Grim Natwick, after singer / actress&lt;br /&gt;Helen Kane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used a image of a sheet cover he had found of her and took Kane's physical features and blended them with a poodle. That's why Betty looks more like a dog then a human being in the first cartoons. In Boop-Oop-a-Doop Betty is formed as the beloved Boop-boop-a-doop girl as we know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Kane made a lot of recordings with Leonard Joy and his Orchestra around 1930. It's funny to listen to, because her voice sounds like Betty's ( or is it the other way around?). Betty's voice was done by Mae Questel, who made some records too as Betty Boop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1932, with Boop-Oop-a-Doop as a good example, Betty's character was completely modified, no longer a poodle, but a femme fatale as we know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cartoons were labeled Talkartoons. She also made Screen Songs, films concentrated on a song, to sing along with the bouncing ball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you watch these early Betty Boop cartoons, you will be astonished about the rather open sexual themes. In the mid 1930s, with a more stricter censorship laws for films, her garter, short skirts and decolletage were gone and she became a cartoon figure suitable for little children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Betty Boop Screen Song: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lVAi323RQQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-7425785221566070747?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7425785221566070747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7425785221566070747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/05/boop-oop-doop-girl.html' title='“Boop-Oop-a Doop-Girl”'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SB1HOC9NLhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-goOKi-xD8Y/s72-c/bety01.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-4893052036461196013</id><published>2008-04-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:58:34.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells like a teen spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBT2Zy9NLaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/q9XcGUrbGEE/s1600-h/suenyos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBT2Zy9NLaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/q9XcGUrbGEE/s400/suenyos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194047193300676002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-4893052036461196013?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4893052036461196013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4893052036461196013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/04/smells-like-teen-spirit.html' title='Smells like a teen spirit'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBT2Zy9NLaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/q9XcGUrbGEE/s72-c/suenyos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-9063831943908611547</id><published>2008-04-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:55:27.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBT2Py9NLZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ETSfFahkUoQ/s1600-h/ip001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBT2Py9NLZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ETSfFahkUoQ/s400/ip001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194047021501984146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-9063831943908611547?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/9063831943908611547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/9063831943908611547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/04/toilet.html' title='Toilet'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBT2Py9NLZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ETSfFahkUoQ/s72-c/ip001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6776534655996439599</id><published>2008-04-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:11:13.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz e humor negro, combinação perfeita...</title><content type='html'>Sim, eu adoro os vilões da Disney!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Cruella how she's feeling and she'll reply with extravagant glee, "Miserable, darling, as usual. Perfectly wretched." And that's the way she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;Created by Marc Davis, talented animator of both Maleficent and Cinderella, Cruella is considered a masterpiece of animation art and design. Voiced by Betty Lou Gerson (who also voiced Mrs. Birdwell of the "What's My Crime" gameshow panel), she performed a manic take-off on famous actress Tallulah Bankhead. Character actress Mary Wickes (recently seen in "Sister Act" and "Little Women") performed the live-action reference that helped bring to life one of the most wicked of Disney villains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film: "101 Dalmatians" (1961)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EucdwAz5uyo&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9XFFUrvRqw&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwOMcVLcDpg&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruella De Vil&lt;br /&gt;Cruella De Vil&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't scare you&lt;br /&gt;No evil thing will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see her is to take a sudden chill&lt;br /&gt;Cruella, Cruella De Vil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curl of her lips&lt;br /&gt;The ice in her stare&lt;br /&gt;All innocent children had better beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like a spider waiting for the kill.&lt;br /&gt;Look out for Cruella De Vil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first you think Cruella is the devil&lt;br /&gt;But after time has worn away the shock&lt;br /&gt;You come to realize&lt;br /&gt;You've seen her kind of eyes&lt;br /&gt;Watching you from underneath a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vampire bat&lt;br /&gt;This in-human beast&lt;br /&gt;She ought to be locked up and never released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was such a whole-some place until..&lt;br /&gt;Cruella, Cruella De Vil..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6776534655996439599?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6776534655996439599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6776534655996439599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/04/jazz-e-humor-negro-combinao-perfeita.html' title='Jazz e humor negro, combinação perfeita...'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-4188495374878623734</id><published>2008-04-25T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:33:42.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheshire cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBIYHC9NLVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xJgQrLmzq24/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBIUYy9NLPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gJ3ydsImLeE/s400/cheshire-cat-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193235736539507954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBIUYy9NLQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6HKQwDqB8no/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBIUYy9NLQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6HKQwDqB8no/s400/cheshire-cat-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193235736539507970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBIUZC9NLRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5QLiAXZRR-Q/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBIUZC9NLRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5QLiAXZRR-Q/s400/cheshire-cat-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193235740834475282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITlC9NLII/AAAAAAAAAGk/OlkCMKGUK3s/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITlC9NLII/AAAAAAAAAGk/OlkCMKGUK3s/s400/cheshire-cat-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234847481277570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITli9NLJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/x7AMcylxrcE/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITli9NLJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/x7AMcylxrcE/s400/cheshire-cat-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234856071212178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITli9NLKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-VoSDUsyGsc/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITli9NLKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-VoSDUsyGsc/s400/cheshire-cat-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234856071212194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITly9NLLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9hxw-Y5EZGA/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITly9NLLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9hxw-Y5EZGA/s400/cheshire-cat-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234860366179506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITly9NLMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wDH_S5g9eQM/s1600-h/cheshire-cat-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBITly9NLMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wDH_S5g9eQM/s400/cheshire-cat-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193234860366179522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice no País das Maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;O Gato de Carroll mostra-se à menina como um companheiro nos momentos em que ela precisa de uma resposta sobre o que fazer. É um dos poucos personagens com quem ela consegue manter um diálogo mais brando e também o único que a explica o porquê de determinadas coisas. É ele, por exemplo, quem diz a Alice que todos, naquela terra, são loucos e que o motivo de ela estar lá seria porque, provavelmente, teria sua própria dose de loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é, pois, a criatura sábia que conduz e aconselha Alice em sua aventura, uma espécie de Grilo Falante, uma consciência figurativa. E é, ainda, o pensamento científico da narrativa porque comprova o que fala, embora mantenha sempre sempre uma linha tênue entre a genialidade e a loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"`Cheshire Puss,' [Alice] began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' &lt;br /&gt;`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. &lt;br /&gt;`I don't much care where--' said Alice. &lt;br /&gt;`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. &lt;br /&gt;`--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation. &lt;br /&gt;`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'" &lt;br /&gt;"`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. &lt;br /&gt;`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' &lt;br /&gt;`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. &lt;br /&gt;`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' &lt;br /&gt;Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on `And how do you know that you're mad?' &lt;br /&gt;`To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant that?' &lt;br /&gt;`I suppose so,' said Alice. &lt;br /&gt;`Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Carrol&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per te, la luna puo guidarti nella notte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-4188495374878623734?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4188495374878623734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4188495374878623734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheshire-cat.html' title='Cheshire cat'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBIYHC9NLVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xJgQrLmzq24/s72-c/cheshire-cat-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1541257941380179754</id><published>2008-03-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:36:35.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G74FXtuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rUpo6H5HFSI/s1600-h/1795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G74FXtuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rUpo6H5HFSI/s400/1795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182806371910268642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G8YFXtvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9iQLo14X9Vc/s1600-h/Dois+caracois_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G8YFXtvI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9iQLo14X9Vc/s400/Dois+caracois_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182806380500203250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G8YFXtwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pAl5v7NuyvE/s1600-h/Dois+caracois_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G8YFXtwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pAl5v7NuyvE/s400/Dois+caracois_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182806380500203266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G8oFXtxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jh7t7ww3c-Y/s1600-h/snail_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G8oFXtxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jh7t7ww3c-Y/s400/snail_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182806384795170578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Depois de atravessarem o muro e a tarde, os caracóis cessarão. As vezes cessam ao meio. Cessam de repente , por que lhes acaba por dentro a gosma com que sangram os seus caminhos. Vêm os meninos e os arrancam da parede ocos. E com formigas por dentro passeando em seus restos de carne. Essas formigas são indóceis de ocos. Ah, como serão ardentes nos caracóis os desejos de voar.”          Manoel de Barros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1541257941380179754?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1541257941380179754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1541257941380179754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/03/depois-de-atravessarem-o-muro-e-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R-0G74FXtuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rUpo6H5HFSI/s72-c/1795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2258504650953514354</id><published>2008-02-29T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:31:32.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de Maria</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXPDf1lx-68&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXSAFPeUrHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema de Quirino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem é um grão na imensidão da Terra&lt;br /&gt;E num erra quem diz que a Terra inteira &lt;br /&gt;É um grão de poeira no Universo&lt;br /&gt;E que meu verso é nada comparado a tais grandezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas digo com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Meu verso comparado a vida &lt;br /&gt;Tem alto valor&lt;br /&gt;Pois há de ficar quando minha vida se for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me respondam por favor&lt;br /&gt;Qual o valor mais alto&lt;br /&gt; o Universo, a Terra, a Vida, ou o Verso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que o homem é um grão na imensidão da Terra&lt;br /&gt;Mas é um grão que guarda em si a Vida, o Amor e o Verso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, se dá o reverso&lt;br /&gt;O grão de pó ganha grandeza &lt;br /&gt;E nós ganhamos a certeza que a poesia indica &lt;br /&gt;Que as eras do universo passam e o homem que ama fica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel de Oliveira dando uma palinha sobre o que é fazer teatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg5bBhzTqjY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então começo assim de supetão&lt;br /&gt;dizendo pra quem crê, que na vida tem muito mistério&lt;br /&gt;e que o mundo ainda é império onde tudo é possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah mar, o maior mistério da vida é amar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-2258504650953514354?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2258504650953514354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2258504650953514354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoje-dia-de-maria.html' title='Hoje é dia de Maria'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-8219335820515854712</id><published>2008-02-29T21:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:50:19.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri-Cartier Bresson</title><content type='html'>e outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R8juc4dEffI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JgicMyTzbTE/s1600-h/It%27s+a+complicated+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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treat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/S7inJSBN5xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fqYnjaWg3tI/s1600/douceurbl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/S7inJSBN5xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/fqYnjaWg3tI/s400/douceurbl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456294726456960786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostosuras?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-5137953393506791916?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5137953393506791916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/5137953393506791916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/gostosuras-ou.html' title='.trick &amp; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R5Z-1CWpLeI/AAAAAAAAADs/I98FlX2pZm8/s400/caterpillar-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158449872829492706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R5Z-1SWpLfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QKFXZcnOmfQ/s1600-h/caterpillar-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R5Z-1SWpLfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QKFXZcnOmfQ/s400/caterpillar-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158449877124460018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R5Z-1iWpLgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SRo5GaEffTI/s1600-h/smoke-letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R5Z-1iWpLgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SRo5GaEffTI/s400/smoke-letters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158449881419427330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Who are YOU?'&lt;br /&gt;said the Caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-7558258016757025154?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7558258016757025154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/7558258016757025154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/alice-no-pas-das-maravilhas-o-gato-de.html' title='&apos;O&apos; &apos;R&apos; &apos;U&apos; ?'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R5Z-1CWpLdI/AAAAAAAAADk/AxSa3rHE71U/s72-c/alice-with-caterpillar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6928313526194415467</id><published>2008-01-08T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:49:14.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutti-frutti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBUfAS9NLcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TPUjM0XM0gY/s1600-h/bouche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBUfAS9NLcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TPUjM0XM0gY/s400/bouche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194091835190750658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6928313526194415467?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6928313526194415467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6928313526194415467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/tutti-frutti.html' title='Tutti-frutti'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/SBUfAS9NLcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/TPUjM0XM0gY/s72-c/bouche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-8072785887141139381</id><published>2008-01-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:19:37.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingles</title><content type='html'>Vídeos das décadas de 50 a 70 despertam o saudosismo e alimentam a busca por comerciais antigos na internet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saber de onde viemos traz um pouco de conforto", explica João Livi, 41, diretor de criação da Talent, para quem há uma tendência mundial de retorno ao naïf (estilo artístico tido como ingênuo, primitivo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças ao fenômeno, comerciais brasileiros das décadas de 50 a 70 fazem sucesso no YouTube, site em que os usuários compartilham vídeos do mundo todo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos dos comerciais antigos disponíveis no YouTube são desenhos animados, modalidade característica do início da propaganda no país. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilberto dos Reis, 56, diretor-executivo do Clube da Criação de São Paulo e sócio da P &amp; M Publicidade, classifica a onda retrô como resultado do "saudosismo de uma era em que a vida era mais próxima de como o comercial a retratava". Ele arrisca dizer que, hoje, é muito difícil as pessoas se reconhecerem numa propaganda. "O mundo está muito diferente do que aquilo que a publicidade mostra", diz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As idéias veiculadas nessa "era", diz, faziam, sim, referência aos hábitos e costumes em vigência. "A campanha dos Cobertores Parahyba, por exemplo, ajudava as mães a colocar seus filhos na cama", exemplifica, em alusão ao jingle de 1961 "Está na hora de dormir, não espere a mamãe mandar...", que ia ao ar estrategicamente às 21h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Olivetto, da W/Brasil, esse é um aspecto-chave da sedução exercida sobre os saudosistas da publicidade. "Até quase o final dos anos 80, a qualidade da produção brasileira era muito fraca. O que, de um lado, era um problema para os publicitários, de outro, virou solução. Como não podíamos abusar da forma, impossível de ser materializada, a publicidade que fazíamos tinha que ser muito forte no conteúdo. Ou seja: era preciso gerar idéias fortes e simples. O que permitiu a feitura de muitos comerciais memoráveis. São esses os que agora são lembrados e ainda serão admirados por muito tempo. Coisa que quase certamente não vai acontecer com a maioria dos comerciais de hoje, nos quais a forma muitas vezes é utilizada para esconder a falta de conteúdo. Isso gera comerciais tecnicamente até bem produzidos, mas irrelevantes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente do ponto de vista, os publicitários modernos têm a mesma palavra na ponta da língua para analisar o fenômeno do culto aos primórdios da propaganda: emoção. "Muitos adultos de hoje eram crianças quando esses comerciais fizeram sucesso e se recordam deles com saudades", diz Olivetto. "O passado geralmente é idealizado. Além disso, antigamente a propaganda era menos amarrada à pesquisa de mercado, e a intuição era mais solta. Por isso os recursos emocionais eram muito óbvios e provocavam rápida identificação no telespectador", analisa o professor Emmanuel Publio Dias, 54, diretor de marketing da ESPM (Escola Superior de Propaganda e Marketing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na opinião de Livi, da Talent, os fãs do "museu da propaganda" buscam resgatar "um tempo mais simples, de propostas mais elementares de compra e venda". Para ele, as pessoas gostam mais quando a relação é explícita. "[Antigamente] era como se o telespectador dissesse: 'Divirta-me ou emociona-me que eu te dou atenção'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa empatia acabou por popularizar jingles como o do extinto Banco Nacional, da década de 70, que ficou no ar por 15 anos. Quem tem mais de 25 anos provavelmente associa a música diretamente ao Natal: "Quero ver você não chorar, não olhar para trás nem se arrepender do que faz...". O criador da peça, Lula Vieira, 57, diz que os jingles "tendem a ser representativos de fases da vida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok1B8AiBEcc&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qgAAsxdqwI&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-8072785887141139381?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8072785887141139381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8072785887141139381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/fora-do-gancho.html' title='Jingles'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6161086530519441985</id><published>2008-01-08T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:32:02.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu ainda tenho fé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R4OXVSWpLZI/AAAAAAAAADE/nFK9nNeuPfE/s1600-h/ATgAAABc1fKkRQW5s8QksFAZBwafvFgyyaJhb3W-qsGhsTVQQRlUDPofweTyJVImFRmwKFQxdr1rqEUC-gbfR2KQV3pRAJtU9VC17t2Q1e7KYXZQQycGJc03mUsSKQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30UFiWpLSI/AAAAAAAAACM/GKflZMmhQvM/s400/1481542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151295634135395618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castelo de Almourol, Santarém- Portugal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-3879332671620229305?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3879332671620229305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3879332671620229305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/castelo-encantado.html' title='Castelo Encantado'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30UFiWpLSI/AAAAAAAAACM/GKflZMmhQvM/s72-c/1481542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-4780311917099467560</id><published>2008-01-03T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:44:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bansky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30QeSWpLRI/AAAAAAAAACE/lg5SJQ_4u4E/s1600-h/banksy_glastonbury_police_search.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30QeSWpLRI/AAAAAAAAACE/lg5SJQ_4u4E/s400/banksy_glastonbury_police_search.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151291661290646802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-4780311917099467560?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4780311917099467560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/4780311917099467560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/bansky.html' title='Bansky'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30QeSWpLRI/AAAAAAAAACE/lg5SJQ_4u4E/s72-c/banksy_glastonbury_police_search.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-709878125166288791</id><published>2008-01-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:05:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorvete colorê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3z_fiWpLNI/AAAAAAAAABk/c2odoXBwH-c/s1600-h/1442942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3z_fiWpLNI/AAAAAAAAABk/c2odoXBwH-c/s400/1442942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151272991067811026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraa, sinto tanto sua falta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-709878125166288791?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/709878125166288791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/709878125166288791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorvete-color.html' title='sorvete colorê'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3z_fiWpLNI/AAAAAAAAABk/c2odoXBwH-c/s72-c/1442942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6795550227412883771</id><published>2008-01-03T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:49:16.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be prepared- King Lion [scar music]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3zU4CWpLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/YeMhSvERR60/s1600-h/800px-ScarAndHyenas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3zU4CWpLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/YeMhSvERR60/s400/800px-ScarAndHyenas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151226132974611650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um épico memorável,a opulência dos versos, a cadência, a rima, o personagem alternando berros e susurros, recriam em minha imaginação cada detalhe e um pouco mais, definitivamente um clássico que marcou minha infância. Essa interpretação- apesar de ser o tema do vilão, é simplesmente perfeita e me arrepia até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Be Prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that your powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of retention are as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wet as a warthog's backside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thick as you are, pay attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words are a matter of pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear from your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacant expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights are not all on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kings and successions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even you can't be caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unawares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prepare for a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for sensational news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shining new era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tiptoeing nearer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shenzi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where do we feature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds sordid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be rewarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at last I am given my dues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And injustice deliciously squared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the king's death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is he sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you fool, we're going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kill him... and Simba too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great idea! Who needs a king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyenas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No king, No king, nah nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah nah nah nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots! There will BE a king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you just said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick with me, and you'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never be hungry again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyenas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA!!!!!! Long live the king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great that we'll soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a king who'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all-time adored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, quid pro quo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take certain duties on board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is littered with prizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm the main addressee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point that I must emphasize is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't get a sniff without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So prepare for the coup of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murkiest scam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meticulous planning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenacity spanning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decades of denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is simply why I'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be king undisputed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respected, saluted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seen for the wonder I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my teeth and ambitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are bared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyenas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our teeth and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambitions are bared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: Hienas vulgares e infames, carentes de toda a virtude, mas guiadas por meu talento e engenho, hãm, meu reino chegará a sua plenitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: eu sei que sua inteligência, nunca foi nem será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: mas prestem atenção com paciência, nas minhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras preciosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: quem presta atenção se concentra, pois quero que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem cientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quando um rei sai outro entra, e é razão para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficarem contentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: se preparem par ter nova vida, uma vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensacional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou nova era, a velha já era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hienas: e a gente, aonde fica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: já tudo se explica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: por sua presença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terão recompensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu ocupar o meu trono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: injustiças farei com que parem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: se preparem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hienas:É preparados vamos estar! Pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:Para a morte do rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hienas:Porquê? Ele está doente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:Não bobo, iremos matá-lo! E Simba também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hienas:Grande idéia, quem quer um rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hienas:Morram os reis! Lá, lá, lá, lá, lá, lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:Idiotas, haverá um rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hienas:Ué, mas você disse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar:Eu serei Rei! Fiquem comigo, e jamais sentirão fome outra vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hienas: Êêêê, Viva, vida longa ao rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: o rei é um bom camarada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o povo vai logo adorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: vocês que serão mais amados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farão tudo que eu tramar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: vou distribuir prêmios caros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra amigos que estejam afim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: mas quero deixar muito claro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vão comer nada sem mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: se preparem para o golpe do século&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: se preparem para a trama sombria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: bem premeditada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bem calculada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: e um rei rejeitado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será coroado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu disputo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por isso eu luto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: o trono terá que ser meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: que os amigos não me desamparem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: se preparem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scar: que os amigos não me desamparem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: se preparem!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be Prepared" is a song from the 1994 Disney film and 1997 Broadway musical The Lion King. The song was composed by Tim Rice (lyrics) and Elton John (music) and originally performed by Jeremy Irons, Cheech Marin, Jim Cummings, and Whoopi Goldberg in the film and by John Vickery, Kevin Cahoon, Stanley Wayne Mathis and Tracy Nicole in the original Broadway cast for the musical.&lt;br /&gt;The song continued what had become a Disney tradition in their newer movies at that time, where the villain had his or her own song in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;The song gradually intensifies throughout, from Scar's comparatively tame first verse to the louder and more complex final section, in which the hyenas sing in counterpoint to Scar. Set in a geothermically unstable area, the song features stylized earthquakes and geysers throughout.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the second verse, an army of hyenas is shown goose-stepping in front of Scar, who is perched on an overlooking cliff. This is modeled after footage from the Nazi propaganda/documentary Triumph of the Will.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Irons, the voice of Scar, sings the bulk of the song, but from the line "You won't get a sniff without me" when Irons blew out his Vocal Cords and Jim Cummings, who voices Ed the hyena finished the Song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6795550227412883771?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6795550227412883771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6795550227412883771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-prepared-king-lion-scar-music.html' title='Be prepared- King Lion [scar music]'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3zU4CWpLMI/AAAAAAAAABc/YeMhSvERR60/s72-c/800px-ScarAndHyenas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-82480800719006535</id><published>2007-12-30T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T05:08:47.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Síndrome de Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3eX2SWpLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/cn_mdJzwE_0/s1600-h/Imagem+sem+t%C3%ADtulo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3eX2SWpLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/cn_mdJzwE_0/s400/Imagem+sem+t%C3%ADtulo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149751657816992930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Eu, você e uma piscina de bolinhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3eX2SWpLLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lBpf2qvL8S4/s1600-h/piscina_de_bolinhas_r2_c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3eX2SWpLLI/AAAAAAAAABU/lBpf2qvL8S4/s400/piscina_de_bolinhas_r2_c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149751657816992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-82480800719006535?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/82480800719006535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/82480800719006535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2007/12/sndrome-de-peter-pan.html' title='Síndrome de Peter Pan'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R3eX2SWpLKI/AAAAAAAAABM/cn_mdJzwE_0/s72-c/Imagem+sem+t%C3%ADtulo.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2042629093220440188</id><published>2007-12-16T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:47:09.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's no place like home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31FPSWpLTI/AAAAAAAAACU/pA3oVE5tdRA/s1600-h/sapatos-dorothy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31FPSWpLTI/AAAAAAAAACU/pA3oVE5tdRA/s400/sapatos-dorothy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151349677708881202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos os contos infantis, o calçado que mais me chamou mais atenção foi o par de sapatos mágicos de Dorothy, batendo de longe os famosos sapatinhos de cristal que levaram ao matrimônio de Cinderela (e sua conseqüente ascensão à nobreza), ou as botas que garantiram ao gato de botas elevar seu dono anônimo ao status de um "Marquês de Carabás" possuidor de uma condição financeira digamos estável, os pequenos sapatos carmim de Dorothy contrastando com o caminho de tijolinhos amarelo simplesmente me encantaram. O filme "The Wizard of Oz" filmado em 1939 por Victor Fleming, com duração de 101 minutos, conseguiu se preservar intacto na memória de seus espectadores apesar de todos os percalços e tentativas medíocres de refilmagens.&lt;br /&gt;Virtualmente uma instituição, O Mágico de Oz é uma grande fantasia musical extraída do clássico infantil de L. Frank Baum, repleto de cores, simbolismos e números musicais inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Aos 68 anos de idade, este filme mantém o frescor original. Num mundo desencantado às vésperas do terceiro milênio, a história da garotinha Dorothy (Judy Garland, aos 16 anos), que pede às estrelas para levá-la ao outro lado do arco-íris, ainda tem um grande charme.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente, quando um filme tem bruscas alterações em sua equipe durante a realização do projeto, o resultado final inclina para resultados duvidosos. Porém, O Mágico de Oz superou todas suas três trocas de diretores (foram quatro, no total) e, guiado pelo quebra-galho Victor Fleming, conseguiu firmar seu nome na história como um dos melhores filmes infantis de todos os tempos. Sua mensagem universal conseguiu transpor até o ultra-amadurecimento dos jovens de hoje, sobre o amor à terra natal e à valorização da família, mesmo que no mundo real as coisas estejam bem diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é fácil de entender porque o filme, mesmo com tanta troca no seu comando, prevaleceu com uma qualidade final elevada: a época em Hollywood era dos filmes de produtores, onde eles tinham total controle sobre aquilo que estava sendo feito e pouquíssimos diretores conseguiam sua independência perante tal regra do mercado. Ou seja, mesmo com tanta gente metendo a mão para dirigir o longa, os produtores da MGM sabiam exatamente o que queriam e mantiveram todo o trabalho na linha.&lt;br /&gt;Victor Fleming assumiu boa parte da produção e teve que controlar uma inovadora técnica: a cor. Isso foi um pouco antes dele abandonar o filme para poder quebrar um galho para a Selznick International Pictures: nada mais, nada menos do que o épico imortal E o Vento Levou. Fleming não rodou apenas as seqüências em preto-e-branco, passadas no Kansas, que ficaram por conta King Vidor – percebe-se uma uniformidade técnica, sem diferenças gritantes de estilo de direção no filme inteiro; ele é todo igual, parece que foi rodado pela mesma pessoa, devido à limitação artística imposta pelos estúdios na época, o que dá para entender a continuidade no trabalho das filmagens. Mervyn LeRoy ficou responsável apenas por terminar as filmagens que Fleming ainda não havia feito e Richard Thorp, o primeiro dos diretores, não teve uma cena sequer sua na versão final do filme; ele fora demitido pelo estúdio por não estar alcançado os resultados esperados - a famosa diferença artística entre estúdio e realizador.&lt;br /&gt;Judy Garland empresta a Dorothy um olhar extremamente ingênuo e cativante; graças a isso, acreditamos na sua determinação em voltar para casa e na vontade de ajudar a todos que cruzam seu caminho. Em um dos momentos mais marcantes do filme, quando ela canta a imortal [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt;]Over the rainbow, é impossível não ficar hipnotizado na tela. E pensar que a música deveria ter sido cantada mais uma vez por ela no filme, quando Dorothy está presa na torre da bruxa, mas em uma versão triste, o que poderia gerar mais um momento absolutamente marcante à obra, mas por causa do ataque de choro de Judy, que achava a cena triste demais, ela acabou não se concretizando.&lt;br /&gt;No quesito técnico, não há como não se deslumbrar com o óbvio: em um mundo preto-e-branco e triste pela Guerra, nada como a cor e a alegria para a todos animar. Do exato momento em que Dorothy atravessa a porta de sua casa recém-aterrissada em Oz até o momento final, cada cor parece ter sido milimetricamente pensada para significar algo dentro do contexto do longa. É impressionante como uma técnica tão nova tenha sido usada de maneira tão eficiente pela arte e pela fotografia, de Harold Rosson. A inspiração teatral é óbvia, mas ao invés de ficarmos incomodados com aquele mundo tão falso, ele se torna extremamente real pela competência com que tudo é realizado. Perceba como algumas plantas, de plástico verde, são claramente falsas, mas nunca parecem ridículas ou mal feitas. É tudo absurdamente bonito, desde os pequenos detalhes até às gigantescas pinturas que servem como fundo para as seqüências.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente um dos melhores filmes já feitos e o perfeito exemplo de que uma fita infantil não precisa ser imbecil para divertir. O perfeito equilíbrio entre arte, infância, diversão, uma bela mensagem e boas interpretações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prêmios: Oscar especial para Judy Garland, Melhor Trilha Sonora e Melhor Canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mágico de Oz narra a história da garotinha Dorothy que deseja ardentemente abandonar uma casa opressiva e monótona, o Kansas em preto e branco, de forma que cria para si o mundo mágico e colorido de Oz, um mundo além do arco-íris, onde fadas e bruxas convivem como num livro, onde tudo é possível, há música e magia, mas também perigo. Após um tornado, seu sonho se torna realidade, sua casa é levada para a Terra de Oz, a menina Dorothy e seu cachorro Totó vão parar em uma terra "além do arco-íris", mas a única coisa que a amedrontada Dorothy quer agora é voltar para casa, para isso ela deve encontrar um misterioso mágico, que lhe mostrará como realizar esse seu desejo, para chegar até ele, contudo, Dorothy viverá uma aventura inesquecível através do caminho de tijolos amarelos.&lt;br /&gt;Todo o sentido de Oz é levar Dorothy a perceber a beleza de sua vida e a alegria que ela pode trazer, o que se concretiza na frase "There's no place like home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Gri, ironicly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-2042629093220440188?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2042629093220440188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/2042629093220440188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s no place like home&quot;'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31FPSWpLTI/AAAAAAAAACU/pA3oVE5tdRA/s72-c/sapatos-dorothy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-6300359432846566712</id><published>2007-12-15T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:53:11.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsCWpLUI/AAAAAAAAACc/3RzjwT7FAOM/s1600-h/mandala_03_grd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsCWpLUI/AAAAAAAAACc/3RzjwT7FAOM/s400/mandala_03_grd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151355669188259138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsSWpLVI/AAAAAAAAACk/mXqTqKfwFeQ/s1600-h/mandala_05_grd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsSWpLVI/AAAAAAAAACk/mXqTqKfwFeQ/s400/mandala_05_grd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151355673483226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsSWpLWI/AAAAAAAAACs/BmCLjpO1bgs/s1600-h/mandala_07_grd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsSWpLWI/AAAAAAAAACs/BmCLjpO1bgs/s400/mandala_07_grd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151355673483226466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsiWpLXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pGLZAwOxnKY/s1600-h/mandala_15_grd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsiWpLXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pGLZAwOxnKY/s400/mandala_15_grd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151355677778193778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsyWpLYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kxI3-drC_sk/s1600-h/mandala_35_grd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsyWpLYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kxI3-drC_sk/s400/mandala_35_grd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151355682073161090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é uma Mandala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar uma mandala vemos um desenho circular, que contém em seu interior formas variadas. No centro desse desenho há uma área da qual tudo parece ter sido gerado.&lt;br /&gt;0 nome mandala faz pensar em energia, em algo misterioso, o que provoca uma atração universal pelas mandalas. Como no passado, hoje todos querem saber o que é, realmente, uma mandala.&lt;br /&gt;Uma mandala representa uma célula, um disco solar ou lunar, um túnel... É impossível dizer o que inspirou a criação da primeira mandala, mas é certo que encontramos mandalas já nos primórdios da evolução humana, pois há desenhos de mandalas nas cavernas pré-históricas, ainda que bastante simplificados.&lt;br /&gt;Ao analisar uma mandala, encontramos alguns elementos comuns a todas. A forma circular é uma regra. 0 ponto central é outro elemento sempre presente na mandala legítima. A repetição ou simetria das formas que constituem o desenho e uma constante.&lt;br /&gt;0 ponto principal da mandala é o seu centro, ao redor do qual o desenho parece se desenvolver. Esse ponto é um foco visual que atrai o olhar do observador da mandala.&lt;br /&gt;A forma circular, que cria o campo de desenvolvimento do desenho da mandala, que é limitada por uma linha contínua, fecha o espaço e o divide em parte interior e parte exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Os simbolismos de cada uma das partes que constituem o desenho de uma mandala é interessante. Mesmo que o criador de uma mandala não tenha consciência daquilo que faz, ele coloca em sua criação elementos simbólicos ancestrais. Ao desenhar uma mandala, criamos algo sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;Numa mandala, o espaço interior, onde as formas se desenvolvem, é sagrado, aquilo que está fora desse espaço é profano, A linha circular é, portanto, o limite entre o divino e o mundano, entre a consciência e a inconsciência, entre a alma e a matéria, entre a união e a desagregação. A linha circular é uma fronteira.&lt;br /&gt;No interior da mandala há um ponto central, que representa a essência da mandala. Os outros elementos em geral parecem estar em ligação com esse elemento e de certa forma dependem dele, pois se desenvolvem a partir da sua existência. Esse ponto representa uma existência superior, a fonte de toda a criação, Deus.&lt;br /&gt;0 desenho da mandala tem quase sempre uma estrutura geométrica, que divide o espaço em porções simétricas. A numerologia e a geometria são analisadas numa mandala de acordo com suas simbologias. A emanação das figuras geométricas e do número de divisões do espaço é uma realidade. Esses dois fatores determinam a chamada "vibração da mandala".&lt;br /&gt;A vibração de uma mandala não está só ligada às suas formas e estrutura numérica. Essa emanação vibracional tem muito a ver com as cores usadas, pois desenho e cor são inseparáveis numa mandala.&lt;br /&gt;0 simbolismo das cores e seu poder vibratório criam uma força que define grande parte da atuação vibracional da mandala. Chega a ser quase a metade de sua influência.&lt;br /&gt;Diante do que foi exposto, vimos que a mandala é na verdade um campo de força, no qual as emanações das formas, da estrutura numérica e das cores são poderes vibracionais atuantes.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, uma mandala pode alterar as vibrações daquilo que suas emanações atingem. E isso é uma realidade. Quando fazemos contato visual com uma mandala nossa energia se altera e essa modificação é sempre muito positiva.&lt;br /&gt;0 campo de força de uma mandala modifica a nossa energia em vários níveis. Ele estimula a mente, equilibra as emoções e ativa os processos físicos, ajudando a restabelecer sua função plena. A mandala é uma fonte de cura - no sentido amplo, benéfico e quase sagrado que ela tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ti minha pretinha de sorriso súbito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-6300359432846566712?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6300359432846566712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/6300359432846566712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-que-uma-mandala-ao-olhar-uma-mandala.html' title=''/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R31KsCWpLUI/AAAAAAAAACc/3RzjwT7FAOM/s72-c/mandala_03_grd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-2415442133221993438</id><published>2007-12-08T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:00:08.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lógica de sodoma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R1qWbq4EthI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n-yFAelV2J0/s1600-h/sin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R1qWbq4EthI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n-yFAelV2J0/s320/sin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30ImCWpLPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/F4XkpkIXqs0/s400/1603378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151282998341610738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-8350115791429785854?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8350115791429785854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/8350115791429785854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='&quot;la beautè est dans la rue&quot;'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30ImCWpLPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/F4XkpkIXqs0/s72-c/1603378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-3769045267665920088</id><published>2007-12-07T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T05:31:45.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fuma,  caga,  só começa..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R1nlzK4EtgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O0TUqhgDTqs/s1600-h/fumar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141393116875765250" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R1nlzK4EtgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O0TUqhgDTqs/s400/fumar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artista: SFDK&lt;br /&gt;Album: 2005&lt;br /&gt;Canción: Fumar cagando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Zatu]&lt;br /&gt;Deja paso a la habilidad sarcastica del Niño Güei, Acción Sanchez es quien esta al frente de la banda, Jorge Gascón me controla desde fuera pa que to este en su sitio, esto seria como mi canción anti-materialismo, escusha... dice..&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que brillo, no brilla mi bolsillo verano 2003 welcome to planeta paketillo tengo un poco de polen y un librillo.¿Algo sencillo? aquí pa ti ni el estribillo, solo serás mas rapper que yo cuando te patrocinen calzoncillos. Pero pa entonces ya tendre colmillos, saldre al pasillo a limiparme el culo con la ropa sabiendo que aquí nos medimo por la peste de la boca, por la mañana toca visita al rocay humeante entre mis labios el primero de bellota, entre mis manos tengo la Hip Hop Nation hermano asi cagar es mucho mas sano y me almorrano, me salen lobrices del ano, escriben con sangre en el bate el nombre de Pino Montano, chusma, sólo lo digo pa que os joda no os piqueis tu barrio mola... pero tu grupo es una mierda ¿OK? Me siento un rey al que el culo le escuece que caga mostaza o algo que se le parece¡ No pué sé! Vi tu cara entre los peces y pensé...¿es o no el nota ese? La gente con el dinero se crece pide más de lo que se merece te odio dos o tres veces por imbécil, aquí cada rapero hace sus numeros, sus calculossu hipotesis, su tesis, sus carreras cortas como un taxi te doy dos millones de adelanto de royalties si te tiras en el area y me provocas un penalti. Así el Mc yace contento, cuando ve que miden su talento regido a un tanto por ciento despues llegan los llantos, lloros y lamentos¡¡ No vino nadie a mi concierto!! Mc cuanto lo siento ahora lloras encerrao porque el Zatu se lo curray conciertos de SFDK rebosan de b boys con gorras. Os cambio todo vuestro dinero y ganas de fama por una mañana en el bate fumando rama, te cambio mis patas de gallo por tus canas y el estrés de ver al Hip Hop desagrando en mi cama,¿Que tal te encuentras hoy Cleopatra? Te canto un rap al mas puro estilo Frank Sinatra, que yo ya he sido Humphrey Bogart y Marlon Brando en busca del placer absoluto, fumar cagando. Hay humo en esta habitación no se va soplando así que tu primero campeón el mundo me parece un sitio extraño por eso me paso la vida encerrado en el baño hay luz en esta canción no se apaga soplando así que tu primero campeón el mundo me parece un sitio extraño por eso me paso la vida encerrado en el baño.(2x) El Secreto por el cual no me hago viejoes que dejo los complejos en los azulejos si hay humo siempre os veo de lejos y borroso especial dedicaciñon pa to los envidiosos. Te miro, mientras tu miras a tu vecino y el cree que lo admiras sin saber que les estas robando las plantas de sativa yo soy tu cámara oculta en Sevilla donde muchos pa chuparsela se quitan las costillas. Cantad un cara al sol por los raperos nazis que quieren pegarle a un chaval por algo que dijo en su maxilibertades de experesiones se convierten en prisiones vigilias por los funcionarios mas cabrones, escuché tiritos en tus canciones se me cayo mi caca al bate salpicando mis cojones, gotas de lluvia dorada caen sobre tu fachada y tu con esa cara ¿quieres pillar una calada? Soy feliz con nada, ¿No te lo traga? No preguntes ¿Quien Continua? si no ¿Quien Coño empezó esta saga?te voy a hacer una larga... SFDK son dos mierdas ¿vale?El Zatu mas que el Óscar lo que pasa es que en el 2003 la gente tiene muchas ganas de cogery cuando montan un concierto o graban un LP nos llaman...porque saben que este dúo tiene ganas y atraen a la pasta igual que a las moscas o es que no te coscas?Hay humo en esta habitaciónno se va soplando así que tu primero campeón el mundo me parece un sitio extraño por eso me paso la vida encerrado en el baño hay luz en esta canción no se apaga soplando así que tu primero campeón el mundo me parece un sitio extraño por eso me paso la vida encerrado en el baño.&lt;br /&gt;[O´funk´illo]Fuma cagando... fuma cagando, (fuma cagandooo) ahi lo lleva illo, suena de carajo aha, SFDK O´Funk´Illo a jierro o no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrXzuC0jhY0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrXzuC0jhY0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Jair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-3769045267665920088?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3769045267665920088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/3769045267665920088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2007/12/artista-sfdk-album-2005-cancin-fumar.html' title='&quot;Fuma,  caga,  só começa...&quot;'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R1nlzK4EtgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O0TUqhgDTqs/s72-c/fumar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2867012730557547886.post-1671090386290922503</id><published>2007-12-07T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:04:05.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o nobre objecto da escrita:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30HEyWpLOI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fie0u_mjJ_0/s1600-h/1638939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30HEyWpLOI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fie0u_mjJ_0/s400/1638939.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151281327599332578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bic de sangue azul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2867012730557547886-1671090386290922503?l=uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1671090386290922503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2867012730557547886/posts/default/1671090386290922503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uni-du-ni-te.blogspot.com/2007/12/uso-esttico-de-citaes-ou-pardias.html' title='o nobre objecto da escrita:'/><author><name>Uni-du-ni-tê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14394159191053111573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIPyQvJRUAw/R30HEyWpLOI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fie0u_mjJ_0/s72-c/1638939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
